Sada Baby - Sada Wada lyrics

[Sada Baby - Sada Wada lyrics]

(You stupid-ass lil' boy)
Ayy, like who you talkin' to?
You see it pokin' out my—
Guaranteein'— ayy
I put the rocket on you
Point a nigga to the moon
Ayy, like who you talkin' to?
You don't see the—
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh
Ayy, ayy

Hmm, ask that bitch like
"Who you talkin' to?"
Like you don't see this 30
Pokin' out my joggin' suit?
Do I look like the type of
Nigga like to argue you?
I put the rocket on him
Point a nigga to the moon
I got the box slappin'
Jumpin' like a barbecue
I sell that dog food
Skuba keep the Marmaduke
And I'll cuss a nigga out
Slick mouth like my mama
Nah
Stomp a nigga out, watch your mouth
Fuck is wrong with you?

Like, bitch, I'm number one
I ain't number two
She know how to shake it 'cause she
Grew up off the Uncle Luke
And I know I can make it 'cause
My baby show me what to do
You can never play me to my facе
'cause I don't fuck with you
And, bitch, I got the gun and I wanna shoot
We can play it how you wanna play it
What you wanna do?
And I fuckеd around with OCs
Up in middle school
Your baby mama stuff the pills for me
And pay the bills for you
And this no lie
I can't count the days that go by
I just know I can't, uh, fuck with your kind
Fuck with me and I'm takin' your life
Huh, the big four-five, no IG
I'm endin' your life
We were sellin' whole things
And tens in '05
I might hop out the Wraith
And watch it ghost ride

Hmm, ask that bitch like
"Who you talkin' to?"
Like you don't see this 30
Pokin' out my joggin' suit?
Do I look like the type of
Nigga like to argue you?
I put the rocket on him
Point a nigga to the moon
I got the box slappin'
Jumpin' like a barbecue
I sell that dog food
Skuba keep the Marmaduke
And I'll cuss a nigga out
Slick mouth like my mama
Nah
Stomp a nigga out, watch your mouth
Fuck is wrong with you?

Bitch, you know I'm young and
I'm in love with you
I can never fuck another bitch
How I be fuckin' you
Feel like I'm off the drank when
I'm layin' up under you
You can never suck another dick
How you be suckin' Skub
And I just spent another dub
'cause I wanted to
Had to show a pussy nigga
This what bein' loyal do
And I used to be a fightin'-ass
Nigga when I went to school
Now I'm an icy-ass nigga in my interviews
Young nigga had a judge 'fore
I had a jeweler
Shoot a nigga in the eye
He look like Rick the Ruler
Now my wrist look like a freezer
And my wrist a cooler
My lil' nigga made thirty thousand
In his PT Cruiser
A nigga sellin' drugs
Gotta feed the shooters
Say they'll pop up at church
You think that they won't do it?
Slide up Sunday evenin', screamin'
"Hallelujah"
Grab my ankle, make it Bible study Tuesday

Ask that bitch like, "Who you talkin' to?"
Like you don't see this 30
Pokin' out my joggin' suit?
Do I look like the type of
Nigga like to argue you?
I put the rocket on him
Point a nigga to the moon
I got the box slappin'
Jumpin' like a barbecue
I sell that dog food
Skuba keep the Marmaduke
And I'll cuss a nigga out
Slick mouth like my mama
Nah
Stomp a nigga out, watch your mouth
Fuck is wrong with you?

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